Essay "The Father, "
the first man in my life that helped me embrace my parents take care to nurture and kissed me gently, with love. The man that I look like a hero in the play. Because of the love he had to be very different. The first man I loved it, I knew immediately that he would never leave me now. Or leave, I caught up with the problem alone. The man does not love me the way I want it all. Because of that, he spat it means to teach a good one. More important, there is a penalty when I'm wrong. Man I love and admire so much, the pronouns to call as many people is enough.
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